India P.'s project

I thought one of the saddest moments in the book was when Tabitha was killed. Valentino's grief was immeasurable; he didn't even want to live. Plus, the fact that he had plans to continue in his love, with Tabitha, in the Afterlife. It was heartwarming and moving, their love being cut so short. Through all this, Valentino never had a chance to express his feeling to Duluma. Valentino even dreamt about physically hurting Duluma, but he never even had the opportunity to talk to him. I feel that if he was given the chance to tell him how he felt, he would've said the following.

Duluma, I know that Americans usually start their letters out with the word "Dear", but I feel that there is nothing "Dear" about you. Duluma you are a hateful, heartless, inhumane man. I have dreamt many dreams about your death, various torture methods that I have seen in Africa. This letter though, I hope haunts you forever. You took the most important person away from me, and this American jail is not enough punishment for you. I desire to know what snapped in you, what in your heart, could make you come to the home of a young mother with her child present, and stab Tabitha while holding a baby. As if stabbing Tabitha wasn't enough, you had to stab her 24 times! Why? Why, why, why, why? Duluma, you and I had talked before; you promised that you were over Tabitha. I knew you couldn't have moved on because of the cruel names that you used to describe Tabitha, the things that you said Tabitha had done. What built up in you that made you continually threaten Tabitha and then kill her? Did you feel that your life was in danger? Murder? I just cannot comprehend. What made you then trv to take vour own life? Was it because vou were afraid of orison, or did vou realize vour sin?

Were you fearful of the repayment from the gods? Were you happy to receive sympathy from doctors and passer byers in the hospital that were not yet aware of why you were in that certain predicament? I hope the people who reside with you in jail can become aware of what you have done. I hope that in some way you receive repayment for your sins, not only the murder, but the horrendous thoughts of murdering an innocent, young, happy woman. Death is not even enough for you and I am sad only because I cannot show you how I feel. I refuse though, to continue writing to a wicked human. Duluma, you are well aware of what you have done and now you know the affect it had on me. I hope this letter hunts you forever.

-Valentino Achak Deng